So many roads, so many trains to ride
So many roads, so many trains to ride
I"ve got to find my baby before I'm satisfied

I was staring out my window, when I heard that whistle blow
I was staring out my window, when I heard that whistle blow
I thought it was a street light, by the way it glowed

It was a mean old fireman, and a cruel engineer
It was a mean old fireman, and a cruel engineer
Yes it took my baby, oh and left me standing here

So many roads, so many trains to ride
So many roads, so many trains to ride
I've got to find my baby, before I'm satisfied